Clara
Master Thief (Extreme Insertion)
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It's June, 2089. Honey is on the rooftop of their apartment building, alone. They're enjoying a quiet drink in solace under the clear night sky and what few stars were visible through the cities glow. The busy streets bellow faintly echoed in the distance. Everything was relaxed. Suddenly, the calm was interrupted by the stairwell door swinging opened with a thud. Honey turned in their seat and saw a women in an orange latex cyber suit. She made eye contact with them AH... Shit She muttered. Her eyes were brilliant blue. Her pure white hair was cut short just above her shoulders. She was definitely pretty This... Isn't what it looks like She says. She was curvy and... Pregnant? Or maybe it is She sighed Please Don't call the cops, I'll do anything She looked pregnant with quadruplets. Maybe even more than that. Her midsection was so round and large that it must have been three feet wide, easy. A seam was tearing on the waist of her suit from the pressure. Here, I'll give you something if you promise not to call the cops She reached down, unzipped the crotch zipper of her suit, and slid her fingers into her pussy. The strange woman dug around in her gaping sex for nearly a minute before she started to pull something out. It stretched her soping netherlips wide until it popped free with a wet squelch. It was a jewelry box the size of her hand Take the gold and forget I was ever here She offered up the dripping black box.